efore it, and its leader was made a mandarin of the highest grade,
with the title of admiral-general.

Ward then assumed the Chinese name of Hwa, and married Changmei, a
maiden of high degree, who was nineteen at the time of her wedding, and
as the daughter of one of the richest and most exalted mandarins of the
red button, was considered in China an exceedingly good match for the
Salem youth. According to oriental standards she was a beauty, too.

Ward did not rest long from his campaigns, however, for we find that he
was soon besieged in the city of Sungkiang with a few men. A relieving
force of the Ever-Victorious Army here came to his assistance.

He did not win all his victories easily. In the battle of Ningpo, toward
the end of the first division of the Tai-Ping rebellion, the carnage was
frightful. Outnumbered, but not outgeneralled, the government forces
fought valiantly. Ward was shot through the stomach while leading a
charge, but refused to leave the field while the battle was on. Through
his field officers he directed his men, and when the victory was
assured, fell back unconscious in the arms of his companion, Burgevine.
He was carried to Ningpo, where he died the following morning, a gallant
and distinguished soldier, although still only thirty years old.

In the Confucian cemetery at Ningpo his body was laid at rest with all
possible honours and with military ceremony becoming his rank. Over his
grave, and that of his young wife, who survived him only a few months, a
mausoleum was erected, and monuments were placed on the scenes of his
victories. The mausoleum soon became a shrine invested with miraculous
power, and a number of years after his death General Ward was solemnly
declared to be a joss or god. The manuscript of the imperial edict to
this effect is now preserved in the Essex Institute.

The command of the Ever-Victorious army reverted to Burgevine, but
later, through British intrigue, to General Gordon. It was Ward,
however, the Salem lad, who organised the army by which Chinese Gordon
gained his fame. The British made a saint and martyr of Gordon, and
called Ward an adventurer and a common sailor, but the Chinese rated him
more nearly as he deserved.

In a little red-bound volume printed in Shanghai in 1863, and translated
from the Chinese for the benefit of a few of General Ward's relatives in
this country--a work which I have been permitted to examine--the native
chronicler says of our h